Why Did Elena Choose Damon Novels & Stories

That is, until Ramona's face popped up in her mind. Elena put both hands on Damien's chest and shoved him back hard. He landed on the bed and took it to mean she wanted more. "STOP!" she said. "How can you come here and make out with me when you have a chosen mate somewhere else? How is this fair to me? I've been screwed over my whole life. And you're just one more person from my past to add to the list of dickheads who hurt me." "No! Elena, I'm sorry. You don't understand - "

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

For a few precious weeks, the storm seemed to pass. Damien kept his promise, or at least appeared to. He shut Lila down firmly at work, stopped answering her late-night texts, and made more effort to reassure Elena. Their stolen moments became sweeter, more frequent. The sex grew even more intense, as if both of them were trying to drown doubt in pleasure. One rainy Friday night, Marcus was away for a work conference. Elena told her parents she was staying at a friend’s house. Instead, she drove straight to Damien’s apartment with a small overnight bag.

“Of course. You gave it to me.” Damien curled his lips slightly, though there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. “What I gave you was one of Elena’s hands. “Not just the gun.” The air instantly froze. Violetta’s expression changed several times before she finally lowered her voice. “But you agreed to it. “Damien, who are you pretending for? Weren’t you the one who said that as long as she kept the position of Mrs. Newman, that would be enough?” Damien didn’t deny it.

Luca lunged forward. But Elena was already moving. She kicked open the balcony door and disappeared into the rain. By the time Luca reached the edge She was gone. Only darkness and storm clouds stretched across the skyline. Damon exhaled slowly. “Well,” he said. “That was exciting.” Luca ran a hand through his wet hair. “You could have been killed.” “Technically I almost was.” “You should have stayed back.” “You should have caught her.” Luca gave him a look. “Very helpful.”

He was standing behind Liam and me, his gaze locked on our clasped hands. Liam’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" I turned. There was Damon, standing in the falling snow, a black coat draped over his shoulders, his face as pale as a ghost. He was holding a small velvet box. Inside was the ruby I had shattered. "Elena," he said, his voice hoarse. "Come here." I didn't move. Liam stepped in front of me. "And you are?" he asked, his tone unfriendly. My voice was calm. "Just someone I used to know."

Selene cuddled against his chest, tracing his muscles with her finger. “I do not want this to end when Elena comes back,” she whispered. “I want you to keep fucking me even when she is home.” Damien kissed her forehead. “We will find a way. I am addicted to you now.” But as they fell asleep, Damien’s phone lit up with a new message from Elena: *My flight ticket got changed. I'll be coming home two days early! Can’t wait to see you ❤️* Damien stared at the message, his heart began racing. Selene was still naked and covered in his cum beside him.

Elena didn't want to upset him further, so she nodded, "Fine. Let's have that tour, but I'll ask any questions I want and you have to answer them with out being a grumpy, old man. She laughed at his expression at being called a grumpy old man and started to walk away, clearly expecting him to join her, and he looked away so that she didn't catch him checking out her ass, but come on, he was already struggling to keep his hands off her. Her peals of laughter were so damn adorable, he'd probably let her throw a concrete block at his head if he could hear them all night. "Shit," he muttered as he followed her. He was in trouble with this one, and he knew exactly why. His lifestyle didn't lend i

Damian’s gaze locked onto mine. “I let her live.” There was something dark in the way he said it, something that made my skin prickle. Elena had betrayed him. And yet, he had let her go. Why? I wanted to ask. But something in his expression made me stop. Silence stretched between us. And then Damian sighed, rubbing his temples. “Is that what you wanted to know?” I hesitated, then shook my head. “No.” Damian arched a brow. “I wanted to know why she still gets to you.”

At the shape of what it had just told me. “Elena.” Damien again. Closer. His hand on my arm. “Talk to me.” I looked at him. At the man who had rejected me at eighteen and had been paying for it in ways that were not finished being counted. At the man who had stepped back at the tree line and set the Alpha aside so I could be fully present. At the man whose children were standing in a western ground with an ancient wolf somewhere in the dark recognising a relationship that predated every structure that had ever tried to contain it.